"Bare branches of each treeon this chilly January mornlook so cold so forlorn.Gray skies dip ever so lowleft from yesterday's dusting of snow.Yet in the heart of each treewaiting for each who wait to seenew life as warm sun and breeze will blow,like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow."- Nelda Hartmann, January Morn